by Drora Matlofsky

'Every room of many rooms
Will be full of room,'
She wrote.

Mr Snow turned up his red nose.

'Change it.
You can't have the word "room"
Three times in two lines.
You must take it out
At least twice.'

(Mr Snow was the Editor
And an Important Famous Poet.
He knew everything about Poetry.)

'But I need the room!'
She protested.
'I am confined and smothered,
I can't breathe.'

'You've said it once,
That's enough,'
The word "room"
Takes too much room.
It isn't Poetic.
It isn't Harmonious.'

'Life isn't harmonious,'
She said.

'Poetry should be Harmonious.
Use the word "space"
To space it out.'

Mr Snow had grown up
In a large mansion
With many rooms,
Too many rooms,
So many rooms
He got lost
When he was a little boy.
That's why
He was afraid of rooms.
He thought one room
Was quite enough.

So Gwedolyn
Went to another editor.

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated July 16, 2015